Under the peak of 10,000 zhang, thousands of zhang high in the air.

A figure of medium stature, neither tall nor short, stood out of thin air.

The owner of the figure was dressed in a green robe, with slightly white hair, pulled upwards into a bun. He stood with his hands in his hands, and there was not a trace of aggressive momentum or any powerful aura coming from his body. But the strange thing is that after his figure appeared, the sound of the wind whistling in the sky completely disappeared.

The man's face was very young, almost twenty years old. His skin is slightly dark, his appearance is relatively ordinary, his eyebrows are neither thick nor thin, and the light in his eyes is faint, giving people an extremely mild feeling.

As Feng Qingyu's words came out, this person raised his head slightly and looked at the Great Demon King standing on the top of the Ten Thousand Feet Peak.

His eyes were extremely flat, and his movements of raising his head were slow, and nothing seemed to be able to trigger his emotions.

The man's eyes crossed the distance of thousands of zhang, looked directly at the Great Demon King at the peak, and said lightly: "I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, you still recognize me." ”

The age of a cultivator has never been measured by his appearance. But it still feels a little strange that from the mouth of a young man who seems to be only twenty years old, he can say such words for hundreds of years.

Feng Qingyu didn't think it was strange.

He's a little ...... Overwhelmed.

A moment later, Feng Qingyu patted his head and teleported down from the summit and appeared in front of the young man, facing him.

Feng Qingyu coughed lightly, bowed slightly, and said in a serious tone: "The Mountain Lord of Beiquan Mountain, the fifteenth generation of the Great Demon King of the Splitting Sky Clan, Feng Qingyu, has seen the Sword Master of the Seven Swords Sect, and welcomes the Sword Master to my Beiquan Mountain as a guest." ”

This ordinary-looking young man with a gentle temperament turned out to be the famous contemporary sword master of the Seven Swords Sect, "Guanlan Sword Venerable" Jiang Lanjian!

The first person of the human race monk in the Xuanying realm, the cultivation of the Yuanying Great Perfection Period, but he didn't see any peculiarities about it at all, and in the face of the humble and polite Feng Qingyu, he didn't show the slightest arrogance.

Jiang Lanjian's brows moved slightly, and he chuckled: "You, the Great Demon King, have met with the Wind Messenger, if I hadn't made a move, your demon qi would have hurt my disciples of the Seven Sword Sect, right?"

Feng Qingyu smiled slightly, his slender eyes narrowed, and he replied without changing his face: "I have heard for a long time that the disciples of the Sword Sect are all hard-working, determined, and even good at the art of joint attacks. Our demonic attack is just to test the disciples of your faction, and there is no intention of hurting the disciples of your faction, so why should we be dissatisfied with your faction?"

Jiang Lanjian snorted lightly, did not dwell too much on this matter, but looked behind Feng Qingyu, and said lightly: "If the Great Demon King of the Wind does not rush back to preside over the overall situation, I am afraid that your Golden Palace will be demolished." ”

Feng Qingyu's face changed, and then his ears moved slightly, as if he was listening to something, and after a while, he spoke: "Please Jianzun take his disciples to the gate of my Beiquan Mountain by themselves, Feng Mou is one step ahead, please forgive me for the rudeness." ”

Jiang Lanjian waved his hand and said, "Go ahead, I'll come." ”

Feng Qingyu gave him a slight hand, and then his body moved and disappeared.

Jiang Lanjian had a smile in his eyes, and in a flash, he returned to the giant sword.

Many Sword Sect disciples looked at Jiang Lanjian's not tall figure, and their eyes all showed extremely fiery reverence without exception.

The person in front of him is an unclimbable mountain in the hearts of these so-called genius disciples, and it is an existence that they have to chase and look up to all their lives.

After Jiang Lanjian returned to the giant sword, he stood at the tip of the sword, waved his hand with his back to everyone, and the imperial sword headed towards Beiquan Mountain.

The speed of the giant sword was extremely fast, and after dozens of breaths, it appeared outside Beiquan Mountain.

Then he didn't stop at all, and drove directly to the sky above the Golden Palace.

It seems that Feng Qingyu said hello when he returned, and there was no demon clan who didn't want to intercept the giant sword magic weapon of the Seven Swords Sect.

The giant sword descended from thousands of feet in the air and hovered above the square, dozens of feet above the ground.

Li Mu stood in the crowd, suddenly raised his head, looked over the square, and happened to see the scene of the Seven Swords Sect's giant sword descending straight down.

There was a glint in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Just now, there has been a chaotic battle here.

But because the demon clan here has been waiting for a long time, many of them are impatient and clamoring to leave.

As the landlord, the tribes on this side of Beiquan Mountain somehow, none of the demon clans stood up to mediate, and the members of the major tribes stood expressionlessly, quietly watching them complain.

On the side of the human race, there were many monks, who showed sarcasm at those demon clans, and even some of them were bold and self-assured of their cultivation, so they simply laughed loudly.

There was no harmony between the human race and the demon race, and there were many people in the demon race who were aggressive and unwilling to suffer, and when they heard the monk's laughter, they were furious. A full of anger was directly directed at this person, and when even a few demon clan monks stepped out of the queue and strode up to this Jindan elder of the Huayin Sect, they made a provocative speech.

The monk of Huayin Sect was not so good, in the face of the insults and provocations of several barbarian demons, he was also furious, and a spell was used, directly injuring several barbarian demons in front of him.

The Eagle Sorrow Stream, to which these barbarian demons belonged, one of the three mountains of the formerly powerful demon clan, has been in decline for nearly a thousand years. The demon clan of Eagle Chou Jian hated the human monks even more, so when he saw his juniors running to provoke the people of Huayin Sect, the power demon of Eagle Chou Jian did not stop him.

And the Beiquan Mountain Demon Clan, as the landlord, is also looking at the nose and the heart, and it seems that they don't see the conflict in front of them at all.

So, when the elders of the Huayin Sect made a brazen move, all the demon clans present didn't have time to make a move, only to see a flash of white light. The three demon clans who went to provoke this person flew straight out, seriously injured and vomited blood, and they didn't know what to do.

Then, under the fury of the Eagle Sorrowful Stream, the power demon rushed straight into the camp of the Huayin Sect and fought with the Jindan Elder.

The conflict between Eagle Chou Jian and Huayin Sect intensified without being stopped by Beiquan Mountain, and soon turned into a melee between all the members of the two factions.

A layer of stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the Huayin Sect and the Eagle Chou Jian were fighting hotly, and the fourth force on this side except for the three mountains of the demon clan somehow aimed at the monks of the Lingmu Sect, so after the two sides fought for a few words, they also started a scuffle......

However, the people of the Xuanming faction and the Falling Moon Palace were relatively silent, and the remaining demon clans in the Jinyuan Cave also seemed very restrained, and there were no demon clans to provoke, so the people and demons of these three factions all stood quietly in place, quietly watching the two groups of people and demons fighting hotly.

Of course, although these human races and demon clans who did it were a little angry, they still retained some reason between the shots, so although the fight was hot, there were no casualties at all.

The fight between them is not like a life-and-death struggle between the human race and the demon race, but more like a ...... A show.

This is also the main reason why Beiquan Mountain did not stop them.

Of course, the more important reason is that the host of this ceremony, the Great Demon King Feng Qingyu, was still a hundred miles away at this time, looking at Jiang Lanjian who suddenly appeared with a look of surprise.

There is not only one demon king in Beiquan Mountain, but the other demon kings seem to be unwilling to show up to stop this farce for special reasons.

By the time Feng Qingyu arrived, the hundreds of Terran monks and demon monks who were fighting on both sides had bulldozed a lot of the palaces around the square, making the square appear even more expansive......

No matter how good the cultivation and bearing of the Great Wind Demon King were, he was also spoiled by this group of troublemakers who didn't know what was going on. When he arrived, he stood in the air and shouted, "Stop it!"

As soon as this sentence fell, only a few of the two groups of people and demons who were fighting each other glanced at him, and then continued to choose to fight, completely taking his words as the wind in their ears.

None of them recognized this person as Feng Qingyu, and only regarded him as an arrogant Terran monk.

Feng Qingyu laughed angrily, and the momentum belonging to the Great Demon King on his body was released without reservation, and a powerful spiritual pressure descended instantly, enveloping the entire square.

On the square, the demon cultivators of dozens of tribes belonging to Beiquan Mountain almost felt this momentum, and they ordered to lie down or kneel on the ground.

Tens of thousands of demon clans knelt down together, and the spectacle of that scene was really what Li Mu had seen in his life.

At this time, after the Terran and Jin Yuandong felt this momentum, all the monks quickly mobilized the Yuan Force in their bodies and tried their best to resist the oppression of this spiritual pressure.

Fortunately, Feng Qingyu was not targeted at them, so he didn't cause any harm to them, even a disciple of the Transformation Stage like Li Mu, after a little use of Yuan Force, he easily resisted it.

On the other two sides, the two groups of human races and demon clans who were at war did not have such good luck.

Almost all the momentum and spiritual pressure belonging to the Great Demon King fell on them, and within a radius of hundreds of zhang, these hundreds of human race and demon clan monks all felt a huge pressure coming instantly, and then from Jin Dan to Huafan, Zili Demon to Yuan Demon, they all knelt down or fell to the ground directly without any resistance.

In mid-air, Feng Qingyu's face was cold, and he said coldly: "They all say that they are guests from afar, but you guests are too rude, even my master's house has to be demolished?"

These disciples of the demon race and the human race were crushed to the ground by his power, and their faces were bitter, and they couldn't say a word.

Feng Qingyu was only angry for a moment, and only a moment later, he waved his hand, withdrew his spiritual pressure, and restored the freedom of these monks.

Then he said lightly: "Today, Feng Mou delayed the ceremony because of important matters, so that you colleagues have been waiting here for a long time, it is mine or not, and I Feng Mou apologize here." Please be calm and wait a little longer, and after all my guests have arrived, the ceremony will be held as scheduled. ”

After saying a few words, Feng Qingyu's figure flashed again and disappeared.

Many Terran and Demon Clan monks looked at each other, but they all walked back to their original positions and waited honestly. (To be continued.) )